She looks upon her lost reflection,
she feels so strongly that lost connection,
she weeps alone inside her pain,
with all but the hurt that will remain,
she drowns so quietly within her mind,
with words surrounding that are forever unkind,
as she sit within her room,
sucked into her lonely gloom,
the raiser seems to be her only friend,
with it all her pain will soon end,
the cuts don't replace her pain,
instead the lost happiness she is quick to gain,
death comes in the color red,
the voices faid from her heavy head,
she is at peace now with herself,
with her hurt now placed high upon her shelf,
she is lost now to those who remain,
but now herself she is again....
